Inbetweeners Movie, The

Director: Ben Palmer

I have to admit that I am an Inbetweeners virgin (which, on refection, may be an unfortunate choice of word in respect of the tsunami for crude, rude and disgracefully low comedy on offer) having never seen the popular television show. I was informed, however, by a devotee of the television show that spawned the movie that the cocktail of crudity, nudity, sex and comic filth on offer would definitely amuse me. Which it did. That said, I would think twice before taking your maiden aunt to see the film which, despite a surprisingly generous 15 certificate, pulls few sexual or lingual punches and, in the tradition of its production company Film Four, overflows with a tsunami of Channel Four-letter words.

The plot is simple. Having left school after being wished the worst by their horrid headmaster, the oversexed quartet of teenage slackers - Bird, James, Harrison and Thomas  head for the Greek resort of Malia in search of. After which their search for all of this offers fans of the series a series of riotous and rude scenes involving  well involving sex, sun, sand, enough booze to refloat the Titanic and women and male nudity along with some anti Greek xenophobia.

Palmer, armed with a smut-saturated screenplay by Iain Morris and Damon Beesley and actors who live their roles to the full and then some, delivers exactly what fans of the TV series want. And, surprisingly, there were plenty of low laughs and enjoyably shameful entertainment for a series virgin like me. But dont take your maiden aunt to see it.